Thursday, April 18, 2013

NaPoWriMo 18th Day

How do you project the life you see?
Your voice is so clear and hard.

I am surprised by the softness in your eyes.
They are like sharp, brilliant faceted stones.

You tell all of the terror of adulthood.
Yet, you still keep your child-like smile.

What little time we all had together that night...
It lasted for hours.

In so many ways you fascinate me.
In so many ways you inspire me.

But I can never be who you are.
I can never be like you are.

Always, I am myself.
I will have to find my own way.

I am quite certain you understand.
You do understand, don't you?

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